Article 613

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He helped Chu Wanning to the side. He specially found a place with fewer people, a quieter place, and then sat down with Chu Wanning.

While no one noticed, Mo Ran quietly held Chu Wanning's hand.

Very cold.

It was the same cool feeling as that year when Allen Chu was defeated by his knife. He leaned over and stepped on his chest and reached out to pinch his chin.

Mo Ran lowered his eyes, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Chu Wanning originally wanted to take his hand out. After all, there were too many eyes here, but he felt the faint tremor, so the hand he wanted to take away turned to interlock with his fingers.

"Let me see." Allen Chu raised his other hand and asked Mo Ran to lift his face. There were wounds on his cheeks and bridge of his nose. "Does it hurt?"

Mo Ran shook his head. He stared at Chu Wanning's face, looking at the person who was still concerned about him even though his lips were blue and white.

He felt a lot of pain.

Not a wound.

It's the heart.

He finally learned Chu Wanning's lie, and Mo Ran said: "It doesn't hurt."

"Why are you shaking if it doesn't hurt?"

He didn't say a word, he couldn't say anything, so Chu Wanning misunderstood that he was still shaking because of pain. His fingertips lingered with light blue light, and the ink-burning pupils suddenly closed, and he grabbed Chu Wanning and wanted to touch it. The hand on his cheek: "Are you crazy? Still using spiritual power?!"

"This is nothing." Chu Wanning said, "It's just the smallest healing spell to relieve pain."

His fingertips touched his scar.

Pain-relieving.

But his heart was cut by a knife, and his car was torn apart, which was probably nothing more than that.

Mo Ran naturally knows that this is just a little bit of spiritual power, just like a drop in the ocean, a cup of ocean. Chu Wanning gave almost all the spiritual power to everyone, and only a little bit was given to him.

In his previous life, he was resentful of Chu Wanning because he always gave too much to the world and too little to himself.

But he wouldn't know that at that time.

In fact, the little bits and pieces that Allen Chu gave him were pitiful, but they were all he had left, the only thing he had, and the last thing.

"Okay! It's fixed, it's fixed!"

Suddenly, the monk under the owner of Arima Village hurried to the door, his cheeks flushed, and he shouted: "Get ready to retreat, it's about to close! It's going to close soon!"

At this time, the person resisting the corpses had been replaced by Mei Hanxue. Xue Meng was also injured after retreating, but the injury was not serious. He wrapped it with gauze and could not check much. He bit the gauze while He tied the belt to himself while watching Mei Hanxue retreat from the enemy.

Strangely enough, he remembered that Mei Hanxue clearly had the spiritual core of water and wood elements, but for some reason she actually used fire element moves. He was alone, lying on the konghou with the water cut off, his fingers were clanging, and his face was cold, but what he shot was a fiery red barrier flame, which pushed back all the corpses that tried to get close.

"It's closed! Mr. Mei!"

Mei Hanxue let the harp hang in the air, and followed her back step by step. When she retreated to the door, Xue Meng suddenly realized something was wrong. He turned around and said: "Can you open the door a little more? This harp is too wide, I can't get in-"

"Need not."

Mei Hanxue interrupted Xue Meng's words coldly and succinctly, and suddenly put the konghou in the music box, losing the suppression of the sound of the piano and the spiritual fire. In an instant, a group of zombies swarmed up. Xue Meng knew that he was not good at close combat, and his expression suddenly changed. , after pulling out Dragon City, he rushed out to help.

Unexpectedly, before the person passed by, he saw a flash of silver light, and a silver sword appeared in Mei Hanxue's palm at some point. The sword aura was awe-inspiring and his hair was broken. He could only see his sword dancing into a shadow, and then swept away. She retreated and threw the sword violently. Just before the door was about to close, Mei Hanxue raised her hand and said sternly: "Shuofeng, come back!"

The sword turned into a bright light and shadow, and passed through the gap. Mei Hanxue caught it suddenly, held the sword flower in her arm, and returned it to her side.

The gate of the Heavenly Palace suddenly closed.

There was a muffled sound outside, which was the sound of corpses and dragon tendons hitting the door, but it seemed to be coming from a long distance away. The palace gate where the Nangong family had built a lot of construction work was not so easy to break through.

Everyone let out a long sigh of relief. Several disciples from the upper cultivation realm who had never seen the big world knelt on the ground with their legs weak. Some even had no future and even cried out: "Oh my god... this is all..." What's going on..."

After the break, Mei Hanxue also breathed a sigh of relief, but the way he breathed a sigh of relief was not obviously different from usual. If Xue Meng hadn't been staring at him from the side, I'm afraid he wouldn't have noticed that he opened his lips slightly and vomited softly. Take this breath.

Suddenly noticing two menacing glances next to her, Mei Hanxue turned her head: "...What? Why are you looking at me?"

Xue Meng's throat felt a little gān: "...your sword..."

Mei Hanxue glanced sideways at the long sword flowing with silver light: "Shuo Feng."

Xue Meng's face was uncertain for a while, and he said: "When did you learn to use the sword?... No, no, it should be when did you gain the magic?"

"there is always."

Xue Meng said in shock: "Then why didn't you use it during the Lingshan Conference?"

"..." Mei Hanxue was silent for a while and said, "I don't want to use it."

Xue Meng seemed very puzzled, even a little angry: "Are you looking down on us? If you take out the magic weapon, maybe you will be the second... second?"

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